Chasing Chaos

Lovers meet, when they are innocent and unforgettable, lovers meet when the time greets them, when the world stops dragging them through. The mood is unmoving, unforgiveable, locked between chance and choice. Chaos and Romeo first met in a fever, and they met again last night. Their near romance was interrupted. And their story became a near tragedy until it became a chase.

The ensemble of characters becomes the chase. Pistol and the Barracuda, the infamous socialites, are gorgeous and wealthy and insatiable. They bring into the world, the Twins that could never be, Delicious and Delight. They were named to rhyme with destruction. There is their secret triplet, Chaos, and her lover, her friend, her champion. There is the mystery of the mirrors, of how they came to be, and how they stood for so long. And last night. Their choice won't be written into to the legends, they leave some for the hungry romantics. Chaos and Romeo want to walk in the wet, they want their chance to walk in the dew, they want remedy and faith, nights that feel like the lightning is crawling. They want the chill, they want the always. They want to cling to what they know.

It is a reckoning of souls, waiting and found, the beginning finds the end, abruptly, justified or not. This is Chaos and Romeo. It is the way last night told another love story that needed to be read. Lovers meet again, when the time is perfect.